Boat House

She’d gotten the letter. Hand written. The ball was in her court now. She ran there. Her body, quivering with excitement and love overflowing, she ran! 

 

Marry me. I’ll love you with everything breath I breathe. Marry me. I’ll be yours for as long as we both have breath, hell, maybe even beyond. 

Meet me at the boat house. At 7. Meet me only if you say yes. 

Love,

John

She’d said yes the moment she read the words,  “marry me.”

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